Edgar Allan Poe

Evening Star - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

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'Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night; And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, thro' the light Of the brighter, cold moon, 'Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves. I gazed awhile On her cold smile; Too cold- too cold for me- There pass'd, as a shroud, A fleecy cloud, And I turned away to thee, Proud Evening Star, In thy glory afar, And dearer thy beam shall be; For joy to my heart Is the proud part Thou bearest in Heaven at night, And more I admire Thy distant fire, Than that colder, lowly light.

Its a lovely poem. Reading a poem I felt the poet had gone beyond the days of egoistic pride when one wants to possess the most valuable objects. Instead he find peace in humility by connecting with small and ordinary. It is a strong metaphor for how people find the charm of power diminishing while enjoying simple things.(Report)Reply

I really like this poem. I sense the kinship Poe felt with the distant star. The moon is too near, too obvious, too attainable, too cliche. The poet reaches for something beyond, something more mysterious. I identify.(Report)Reply

a shroud, A fleecy cloud, lovely metaphor poem over all stole coldness from the fire, Moon the Queen and rest all slave........moon shines bright in compare to other shining orbs owing less distance from the sight intimacy of closeness lovely my salutation to the poet EAP thank you poem hunter you made the haven for heavens(Report)Reply